Pei Ling smiled in satisfaction. "Good." The man before him couldn't be pushed too hard. Otherwise, he might learn from Mu Tianyuan and run away from home.
From what Pei Ling knew of his previous life, the Heavenly Source Divine Wood had been living peacefully in the Demon Race Sacred Land, and the Demon Race had been thriving. It had not fallen into its present decline and awkward predicament. Then, one day, a human had entered the Demon Race Sacred Land and said something to the Heavenly Source Divine Wood. Soon afterward, the Heavenly Source Divine Wood disappeared. Given that Mu Tianyuan had turned up on the Profound Heart Sect's Back Mountain, an ancestor of the Profound Heart Sect must have done something. The goal was clear: obtain the Heavenly Source Divine Wood and break the Demon Race's flourishing power.
Qiao Ranran looked thoughtful. "The Star-Pulling Chart?"
Pei Ling gave Qiao Ranran an appreciative look. Her mind worked quickly; she had found the crux of the matter at once.
To coax the Heavenly Source Divine Wood into leaving the Demon Race Sacred Land he had protected for so many years, the reason must have been bound up with the fates of the continent and the Demon Race. The course of fate shown on the Star-Pulling Chart would have made a powerful argument.
But what vision could have made Mu Tianyuan ignore the Demon Race's decline and remain unmoved for thousands of years?
Nan Xun's appearance, however, had become a turning point. Mu Tianyuan had taken Nan Xun as his disciple, remade his Demon Bone, and sent him back to the Demon Race, as though it had all been for this moment. Nan Xun was the key to changing the Demon Race's fate.
Qiao Ranran paused. "But..."
"But," Pei Ling said,